Pretty girl: I wish my boyfriend loved me more than he loves weed.
Less pretty friend: But you only like him for his weed.
Pretty girl: Oh yeah… Still.
–Penn Station
Pretty girl: I wish my boyfriend loved me more than he loves weed.
Less pretty friend: But you only like him for his weed.
Pretty girl: Oh yeah… Still.
–Penn Station
Girl #1: But I secretly like when guys check me out.
Girl #2: What about Steven*?
Girl #1: Oh yeah… He's like a lesbian, who knows.
–Hunter College
Cute blond girl, hearing loud scream: What kid is throwing a temper tantrum? Jesus!
Boyfriend: No, that's just a crackhead.
Cute blond girl: Oh.
–Shake Shack, Madison Square Park
Overheard by: Noelle
Cute, slightly obnoxious girl: I didn't get sexually harassed today!
Huge Latino male friend: High five!
(five or six people from surrounding tables walk over to get in on the high fives)
–Esperanto Cafe, 3rd & MacDougal
Girl #1: You don't like him.
Girl #2: You don't even like him–and you date him!
–New York Law School
Young pretty brunette: I think that I'm anemic, I bruise so easily.
Young ditzy blonde: Oh my god! You, like, starve yourself?
Young pretty brunette: I literally felt myself get dumber after you said that. I don't understand why I associate myself with morons.
–Starbucks, 51st & Broadway
Girl #1: Those are like really nice cars.
Girl #2: Oh, yeah. They're like Toyotas, right?
Girl #1: No.
–Mercedes-Benz Showroom, Park Ave
Overheard by: Lydia
Father: And on the way home, I spent $20 on produce.
20-something daughter: On a what?
–Metro-North Rail
Overheard by: amd
Girl #1: I can't believe I'm looking at apartments on Lexington Avenue… It's not like I'm going to be, like, an equity analyst at UBS.
Girl #2: Or, like, Bain.
Girl #1: Yeah.
Girl #2: I don't even know what those words mean.
Girl #1: What, “equity analyst”?
Girl #2: Well, “equity.”
Girl #1: Equity is just money.
Girl #2: Oh, well, I know what that is.
–59th St & Lexington
Overheard by: Chris
Evangelist, screaming to crowd: Fornication is wrong! It only leads to more sin!
Girl on cell: Should I go tell this evangelist that I'm on my way home to fornicate with my Jewish boyfriend that I'm living in sin with?
–Staten Island Ferry Terminal
